Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Transformation ❯ Chapter 2

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Chapter 2:
Bulma stood in the center of a rather large circular chamber. It was similar to the design incorporated into the gravity room layout. After countless training sessions, she had finally settled on an ensemble that had kept her the most comfortable while affording her the most freedom to move. She was dressed in a black and white vee neck design sport bra with black spandex booty shorts complete with grey calf-high, skin-tight boots. Slightly scandalous, but who's paying attention? Around her thighs and biceps she had grey silver metallic bands that conformed once put on to a part of her body. They would stay on for the duration of her workout and monitor her vitals and any injuries incurred, as well as chart her progress. Around her neck was a small choker on a black band that held a small button sized electronic device. This allowed her to give voice commands to all features in the room, receive or make any calls, as well as adjust her music. In spite of her die-hard work ethic, she still appreciated some of the amenities that made life enjoyable.
Taking a deep breath, she began to step through one of her katas designed to calm her nerves and relax the body. Sliding her foot forward into the first stance, she thought back to when she first decided to take measures to strengthen herself. It had started over a year ago, after returning from the planet Namek. Initially, before settling with training regiments, she had attempted to research Saiyan DNA to find a means of incorporating their strength and regenerative abilities with humans; therefore making them equally effective defenders of Earth.
Shifting into her next stance, she mentally berated herself as she remembered the outcome of that experiment. Initiating the experiment had been easy, as there had been copious amounts of Saiyan DNA available to work with. This was the primary reason she had offered her residence to the hostile and snide Saiyan prince, Vegeta; so that she could study him as well as collect samples. She had been in the lab underneath one of the buildings on the outer edges of her Capsule Corp. residence splicing Saiyan and human DNA using her own as a variable when she had developed an unstable experimental dosage after three months of research. The inital test results had been promising, so in a moment of sheer impulsiveness-- 'Sheer idiocy,' she angrily interrupted her thoughts with a swift right hook before allowing them to continue. --she injected the dose into herself. At first, there had only been disappointment as she monitored her vitals for any significant changes. After nearly thirty minutes, when she was about to give up, she had begun to experience an increased heartrate. Elated that she would have some positive results, she watched the monitors as her heartrate steadily climbed. Becoming concerned with the discomfort beginning to develop in her chest, she began to review her notes to concoct a quick reversal if she inadvertently poisoned herself. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, her thought processes slowing. She remembered having lifted her hand up only to see it blur before her eyes, touching her face she had felt excessive sweat dripping from her brow. Suddenly, there had been a sharp pain in her head, screaming she had fallen to the floor as her muscles began to spasm and lock up. Hyperventilating as blood began to flow freely from her eyes, nose, and mouth, she had one last coherent thought, 'I'm going to die a weak human because I tried and failed to overcome the genetic limitations of the human race. How ironic.' Then blackness enveloped her.
Performing a roundhouse kick and holding it, she remembered when she awoke from that brush with death. She had come to and found herself in her own bedroom surrounded by highly expensive medical equipment. Surprised to be alive, she surveyed her surroundings, she nearly fainted after realizing that she had a cast on two-thirds of her body, with several tubes going into her. She didn't want to see herself in a mirror. Her ex-boyfriend, now friend, Yamcha had walked in shortly after she awoke. "Thank Kami Bulma! You finally woke up! It was touch and go there for a while," Yamcha got a serious look on his face, "we thought we lost you."
"How long..." I had croaked, my voice not accustomed to being used. The surprise on my face was apparent to Yamcha.
"Five months," he told me. He didn't look at me when he had said it, not wanting to see the distress that was sure to be in my face. "I'll....I'll go let the others know." He turned to leave, but my raspy question "Who?" stopped him briefly. "Vegeta," came the reply before the door closed gently behind him.
Further questions about the entire incident revealed that she had been pulled from the remains of the crumbled lab. Signs had indicated that during her spasms into death, she had knocked over highly volatile chemical compounds, which combined with the operating machinery led to the explosion that destroyed the facility. It was a miracle she had survived. She supposed she should've thanked Vegeta for his actions, but the fact that he had dropped her near dead carcass into her mother's shaking arms with a scornful look, dissuaded her of the notion that it would be graciously received. She didn't speak with him much after that, although it may have been partly due to the uncomfortable looks he had been giving her whenever she crossed his line of vision.
Collapsing to her knees in exhaustion in the center of her training room, she was once again filled with fury as she thought of her own weaknesses. She looked at her fists balled up on her knees; she knew what Vegeta thought of humans, what he thought of her. She gritted her teeth, she refused to be saved by him anymore, by anyone. Getting to her feet, she stomped out of the facility to the locker rooms.

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